Death of a Supernatural Junkie

The nightmare is real, sick and disgusting to feel!
That fly on the wall over by the aparition in the hall
keep company here, but there confined by fear
as its the final show of a lifeless glow.

Recounted back, the first night it went black,
the world stood still as the body began to shrill.
Thought ceased as if the world was deceased.
And once resurfaced there was but a guilty purpose.

No longer mortal, passing through the worlds portal,
Encounters of the flesh became a symbiotic mesh.
Where blood used to flow, boundless energy did grow
on a selfish patrol, crusades out of control!

Thoughts began to tangent, sanity hardly present.
The capacity to understand required the brain to expand.
Yet the opposite was happening as the cells began darkening.
The outlook grew bleak as friends were lost each week.

Haunted by reality and human frailty.
Remebering what was, before this lost cause,
appears impossible! Where once all seemed possible!
Tears of the lame have overfilled with shame.

Afraid of reflection, unable to get an erection,
with no one left to care and nothing to share...
Realized too late as the knock knock sounds on the gate.
Inevitable death with a hellish last breadth.